Banned From Tv Lyrics - Big Punisher

N.O.R.E, the movie, coming soon 

(Timbaland, shut the fuck up) 

Trying to be out in '98, you know [unverified] 

(I'm trying to watch this movie) 

This the real shit 

(Shut the fuck up) 

'98, it's ours 

Ay yo, ay yo, regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail 

I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell 

Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand 

Blow you away like it's part of the plan 

I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it 

Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic 

'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up 

Niggas try to stick me like Abdul Lerima, follow the leader 

Make me go extra hard, yo Nore should I hold back 

Or show the repertoire, quit at 16 

Or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers 

I show them why it's so hard to reach us 

I get pussy with my fathers features 

Puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 

Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be 

Packed in like green bay, Harlem week to Queen's day 

Performing acapella, no DJ, 98 live, no replays 

Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend 

That it's them again, nature Norega, wild gremlins 

Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks, pour on the fort Knox lazura 

Shark salad with cabbage, pork chops and apple sauce 

Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in 

Pump the shotty guaging, hit the shorty while he potty training 

I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst 

Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed 

Uzi it hurts, leave you double-dead 

I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said 

Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money 

Like Johnny handsome been sonning niggas for so long 

I think I got a grandson, my passion is money 

A stash and a honey that won't ask questions but will blast anybody 

That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in 

Not a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon 

Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle 

We know the riddles of life where others know only a little 

Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places 

Seen my story on 6,666 pages, wages, I wrote six aces 

And at the same dice games, I caught six cases 

All over big faces, now it's tipped laces 

Ready to dig faces but the bang it ain't 

Bitch spaces, niggas loading up they rib cages 

Cats like to rip places 

Bloody lip tastes but the Cam is in big races? 

But I stay in import the pig places 

But the world know the girl though 

I fuck her off a furlough, she'll be up, hook me up 

All your sales could be luck, only question for these ducks is 

Baby girl, can we fuck? You the type that need a wife 

Thought L.O.X. told y'all the key to life 

Asshole, yo I don't play around, I lay it down 

Fuck around, I spray around 

Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it 

My ass, you can kick or kiss it 

Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this 

(Bust off) 

And sit the hot barrel dead on your lips 

Like 2 thirds of a brick 

(Paniero and 'Kiss) 

And kiss the crystal white fluffy part in the 

(Back of a whip) 

(See the plan is to stash all) 

And cash y'all 

(The weed so strong) 

They gotta put it glass jars 

Niggas try to smoke me out 

(Mope me out) 

'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out 

(I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep) 

Do they dance with the devil when they sleep 

(I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit) 

Shit that they kick in ya ear when your soul be drifting in air 

My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears 

That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry 

(And I ain't never seen a nigga that too live to die) 

(They say you get what you ask for) 

So get it 'cause you asked for it 

(If a nigga ain't a thief) 

Then he better have the cash for it and we gonna 

Be around 'til ya body rot and if the feds bring us in 

We get the same time Gotti got 

What, what, what, what 

Yo, yo, ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain 

The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain 

Ay yo, let's get loose, Hennessey straight with tomato juice 

Queens stallion, my guns, fully Italian 

Now y'all niggas recognize medallions 

I play the best hood, o-t with Tim Westwood 

Used to be on section 8, now my section is good 

Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could 

And I don't give a fuck what, yo, I save my shit 

And I don't give a fuck what, you can save your shit 

Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick 

Listen to Bob Marley, you funny niggas like Steve Harvey 

Fronting live with a weak army 

I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke wit you 

But the realness, I ain't got no love for you 

That's why I never do a song with you 

Not even if your baby's mom fucked the crew 

And promised to give us head and swallow too 

I still say no, no is no, no can doe 

Ya, niggas drinking Hennessey, drinking my flow 

Yo, thug shit thug shit, what, what? 

What the fuck is the deal? Thugged out entertainment 

Untertainment, L.O.X., Terror Squad 

This shit is fucking official